They formed out of the banished blackness like petals swirling in a gust of wind and if you could see into their fragments like Savaj could, you could see the pieces of Imani that made her the woman that she was: the woman who walked tirelessly across the desert, who observed COER’s quarries for days without food or water, who among tragic loss embodied a strength that even The Destroyer was wary of. She was a girl like any other. A head full of bushy brown hair with a family from very humble means. They didn’t talk much of how the arrived, but like many others who dwelled in Kemet they lived happy, almost care free lives partaking in the culture of abundance. During the golden ages when the suns and moons would rise and fall, but the laughter and merriment stayed consistent. A bustling metropolis of runes and stone filled with men and women all wanting to make a living and make a name. Imani lived there in one of the many compounds. Kham had claimed an area of Kemet for himself and those who followed him, as a man who didn’t need to eat or sleep those who stood by his principle of honor, love for combat, competition and protection of others were welcome to partake in his bounty. Imani adored this peace. But it was temporary, so many things were temporary. And this notion of inconsistency permanently branded itself into her life.Savvy’s gold/ivory tower of blistering psychic power relinquished the carnivorus shadows strangling Imani’s subconscious. The shimmering obilisk shed petals of fire and explosive pressure that wafted through Imani’s mind like a volatile plague. Not one reclusive dark corner was spared. But from the exisitential ashes, Imani’s memories, empirical experiences, childish milestones, and other abstract fragments that sculpted her identity returned.. granted, by force.
Savvy’s decision to gather and probe the fleeting layers of Imani’s subconscious was risky, but there was no other way to contain all the Naten shunting from her crumbling body. She was evolving, SILK’s notes affirmed that fact. It also emphasized that any outside inteference could either unbalance the mutation or terminate it prematurely. Imani had to do this on her own.
. She had been working constantly for hours. Her arms hand worked there way into the incubation chamber and used the gooey juice from the fruit to lather itself over Imani’s decaying body. The bushbabies were working tirelessly handing her fruit but she had long since dismissed them lest they become another casualty among the bodies in the room. Amongst her feet lie the shells of the Fleshy fruit being rapidly absorbed into the grassy floor of the chamber by what appeared to be small insects crawling among the grasses. Everything in the hospital had its place. She worked with the rhythmic delicacy of a knitter, weaving her fingers around the fibers of her flesh always glancing in the lower right hand corner to check on her own Naten levels. The more flesh she helped regenerate, the more was undone by this radical transformation. Light fighting an uphill battle, Mera’s plight was absolutely useless. Images of her dead father, bloddied and helpless flashed through her head until she saw a spike in Imani’s flatlining vitals.Mera’s eyes quivered as it seemed like, despite her valiant efforts, Imani’s conditions took a radical and swift turn for the worst
But she killed the beast, she avenged their deaths. How was irrelevant, the mean were always irrelevant. Imani had always been resourceful. Even more so after the day was won. But after the deaths of her family like everyone, she was all too jaded. She was a dull blade until Kham noticed her for the first time. He had a talent for picking out the exceptional. COER was in its youth, with many eager souls ready to spread good across the globe. After the Heralds destroyed Kemet Imani was purposeless, a husk, weapon who needed a target. She signed up, and failed miserably. COER was supposed to be a pacifist organization so why did this young girl fail at deescalating conflict? Rescuing others? Feeing the hungry? Kham knew, Atra knew. She was a killer. And Imani now knew too, andWithin her incubating chamber, Imani’s corroding flesh suddenly dispersed into a solution of bioluminescent embers that bled through the chambers glass dimensions like neon. Mera gasped, her eyes shot wide open and that vision of her fathers death evaporated. She withdrew her hands immediately. While protected in the suit she didn’t want to take any chances The shimmering cocktail swirled and turned about the translucent coffin until it settled on a shape of its own; a familiar silhouette, yet faceless and featureless. It wasn’t until Imani remember her name did the invisible frame began to resemble her distinguishing traits. Her athletic build was the first thing molded from amorphous figurine, the years she spent in the Abyss fighting, stealing, and clawing to survive had nurtured her body into a bleeding scab of pride. It was the language of Kemet for those who hadn’t established their own seat of power.And Imani had mastered it well by fist and food. She fought and earned everything she had, the scars and callouses proved that. Her skin returned with the memories of her family, her mother and sisters who lost their souls to monsters not of this world. She would never forget, no one would and she would never hide the literal scars. The day the ravegers peeled the cinamon pigment from their bones, leaving the beauty of their full lips and crest white smiles as bitter sweet memory.
she embodied that pain, literally. The lingering, yet perfect models Imani held of her late family helped sculpt her new form.
From head to toe, power exuded her naked vessel like a miniture sun. Her fluttering eyes struggled to stay open within whatever benevolent concoction Mera submerged them in. Her head was heavy with locs the and size of ropes and her fluttering eyes gleamed like sage marbles. There were still cracks covering her skin, benign on their own but they were everywhere. Imani was expending alot of her freshly found vitality stitching herself back together, the help of a medically trained Lila’Maya was definitely warranted.
Mera was baffled by the sudden metamorphosis. She was ashamed to say that she hadn’t recognized it earlier, all of the technical jargon amongst the neovians had detached her from her roots. What she had just witnessed was the birth of an Anima.Savvy on the otherhand never awoke from her trance. While Mera’s medical advances easily mended her injuries, Savaj’s recooperating body stopped responding all together. Her groans and twitching ceased, her chest barely swelled with air, but her vitals would assure she was in perfect health.
“By the moons and the stars above.”
She whispered and let the back of her head hit the wall for a moment and she breathed in and out. What mission did these two get sent on? Last time she had checked COER was supposed to be an operation of peace. There were reports of many agents experiencing dangers, and they were certainly armed, they had to be. But this? Something was amiss. And just when she began to doubt, there he was in the door way standing, silent, hulking and huge with brown skin and silver hair his face not betraying his thoughts. Michio Kham wearing a simple pair of shorts, all else bare.
“You have questions.”
He grumbled, as he walked over toward the incubation chambers. Mera jolted in front of him flinging her arms out.
“You’re not sterilized! The energy flowing in the room-“
“Cannot harm me.”
She let her arms fall to her sides. The sincerity was practically a command. Mera's eyes nearly rolled to the back of her sockets. Gaia, The Divine Anima. Kham sent her to treat with the Amazons first. Mera was there on the day, and recalled upon it well with the flattening of her bottom lip sucked into her teeth. She steeped aside for Kham as he made his way toward his agents. Gaia’s appearance among the tribe was A foolish attempt at Parley. A being that ‘appears a woman’ is not a woman at all. He might as well have come himself and get rejected all the same. It was through Atra was the alliance forged. The High Counselor has much more charisma than the stone man in all his years of life.
“And the psychic energies of the other?”
She asked, there was still neural activity, albeit an awful lot less than before. But who’s to say with mind readers. Kham continued anyway and ignored Mera's question about Savaj he leered Into Imani’s chamber with focused eyes.
"This one. A curious development.”
“What happened to them?”
Mera inquired, as she made her way next to the destroyer, he towered over her but their focus was equal.
“You must understand that there are certain entities on this planet that need be absolutely removed. There was a man, an entity who lived his life dedicated to researching the rapid evolution of the planet. SILK was his name. He forsaw the coming of the horsemen, the astral year. And to ensure humanity survival, he began to grow an army, of anima.”
“He, cloned Gods?”
“To a certain degree, the one’s he made were without sentient thought, rendered mute and grotesque. But this one, this one is a very unexpected development. I was right to send her.”
She turned her head up at him, Kham’s face still as stone but his tone conveyed much confidence, different than before.
“I had a hunch. She is a pillar, but that wasn’t enough to guarantee the metamorphosis. Her family is of The First Children. She holds their DNA. You’ve heard the stories, they’re written in the stars.”
She let her eyes fall upon Imani’s chamber. She almost wanted to bow. But, reserved religion for another time. She never thought until now that one of the 23 lie in her hospital room, that she almost let one of the 23 die.
“I have to tell the compound, conducting secret assassinations was not in our agreement Michio. We will not aid in the ‘tactical removal’ of things you deem worthy.”
“I’m aware of this. You may tell them. If you can leave this room.”
She should have ran for her life instead of pondering the Michio’s comment. But he was already upon her jabbing a crystal through her helmet into her face. There was no splatter of blood, no cry or scream. The crystal was absorbed into Mera completely and healed over in moments. Her once brown eyes were aglow with a blue hue. Kham stepped back and looked her once over, he rolled his eyes. Sealing people was such an arduous task. First you had to calibrate them.
“Raise your right had.”
She did so.
“Look right… now left… jump… laugh… frown… what just happened to you in the past 12 hours?”
“I was attempting to operate on COER agents Imani Exillius and Savaj Vanguard until I was at-“
“Nope. Forget that.”
“Good. Now escort this one out.”
Mera turned around and began typing on her arm pad. The vines connecting to Imani’s bed detached themselves one by one and receded into the floor spewing stray Naten gas across the room. She typed systematically as the flatbed floated out of the door ahead of her with Mera in tow. Vyrin sighed and leaned against the wall. Waiting patiently with his eyes on the lizard. He spent thousands of years growing exceptionally good at tying up loose ends, and the one thing he had learned was
“Loose ends always unravel themselves. Qhorm’m you scaly reptilian bitch.”
He snorted. And looked toward the back of the room.
The thundering of the Ahlm tongue resonated in the ears of those who could perceive the frequency of creation. Slowly unraveling from the greenery of the walls of the hospital shrubbery was a giant Michio woman covered in scars with a glossed over golden eye. Unlike Vyrin who was dressed the part, Maeel was covered head to toe in battle ready, jagged dark steel armor fashioned in the likeness of demonic creatures from realms far from this one. The helmet of the suit lie notched at her waist.
“You needn’t shout brother.”
“Put on your helm.”
“She’s still bound by the pact-“
“Take. No. Risks.”
Maeel paused and reached for helm and placed it over her head. She swiped her head down and the visor closed off her face. Afterwhich she returned invisible, melding in with the walls. The trap was set. All the lizard need do was walk into it.